My spine is home

My spine is home

Down in the ba!@&(t
I don't need it here
I feel uncomfortably

When I overdress
I feel mentall mess


My spine is home, in the ba!@&(t
I don't need it here, I feel uncomfortably
When I overdress myself

The spine is stiff and hot like a hell

It stops many of my motions

Spine keeps me in devotion
That bone still keeps me plumb
But I like the level on the ground


Stone in my chest, colder than ice
Terrible style

Stone in my chest, cold as an ice

I cannot rock easy

Skeleton limits my range
At least I don't need to bow
I don't need to bend for a change


And when I gotta wear it
To come in the limestone cage

I'm sitting in the bony prison
I'm looking through the bars-bones, hey


Stone in my chest, colder than ice
Terrible style
Stone in my chest, cold as an ice


Stone in my chest, colder than ice
Terrible style

Stone in my chest, cold as an ice

I'm cracking when I'm moving

I'm rattling when I'm starting to lie
I'm smoking when I'm unfaithful
When I drink, I'm losing style

I keep this armour home
In special, concrete case
I keep this armour home

In special, concrete case